Dancing Tides (68 page)

S
c
ott l
a
u
g
h
e
d.
“
I
’
m not a
p
ee
pi
n
g
T
om
f
or
c
h
r
iss
a
k
e
s.
I
p
r
e
fe
r
to think of
it
a
s
I
’
m h
e
r
e
to
e
nli
g
ht
e
n
a
nd
g
uide
y
ou
.
”

“
W
h
a
t
e
v
er
.”

S
c
ott l
e
t out a
long
si
g
h.
“
Ri
g
ht no
w
, sh
e
’
s hu
r
tin
g
.”

T
h
a
t
g
ot Co
r
d
’
s
a
tt
e
ntion
a
nd he
stood up a
little
st
ra
i
g
ht
e
r
.
“
Som
e
on
e
’
s h
u
r
ting
h
e
r
?
”

“N
o,
we
ll, no.
B
ut the
e
n
g
ine
in h
e
r
t
r
u
c
k bl
e
w
up
this
af
t
er
noon. Sh
e’
s hu
r
ting
f
in
a
n
c
i
a
l
l
y
, or
r
a
th
e
r
the
re
s
c
ue
ce
nt
e
r
is. Sh
e’
s p
o
u
r
ing
h
e
r
s
e
lf
into th
a
t pl
a
c
e
just like
h
e
r
g
r
a
ndp
a
r
e
nts did but, the
thing
is, th
e
y
h
a
d
e
ac
h o
t
h
e
r
to l
ea
n on in h
a
r
d tim
e
s.
Ke
e
g
a
n h
a
s no on
e
. Sh
e’
s missing
both
of
h
e
r
g
r
a
ndp
a
r
e
nts. Sh
e
’
s
a
lon
e
.
T
hin
g
s
ar
e
to
u
g
h
f
or
h
e
r
e
motion
a
l
l
y
.
B
ut sh
e’
s st
r
o
n
g
a
nd s
h
e
’
s sm
ar
t.”

“
W
h
a
t do
I
h
a
ve
in
c
o
m
mon
w
ith a
w
om
a
n like
th
a
t
?
”

S
c
ott n
arr
o
we
d his
e
y
e
s,
fr
o
w
n
e
d.
“
She
lov
e
s
a
n
i
m
a
ls.
L
ook
a
r
ound
y
ou,
Co
r
d.
D
o
y
ou
car
e
f
or
the
a
nim
a
ls out h
er
e
on the
far
m?
I
don
’
t
j
ust m
ea
n
fee
d
a
nd
wa
t
e
r
th
e
m; do
y
ou
c
ar
e
w
h
a
t h
a
pp
e
ns to th
e
m
?
”

“O
f
c
o
u
r
se
I
do.
I
bust my
butt out h
ere
—
”

“
W
h
y
a
r
e
y
ou
a
l
w
a
y
s so
d
efe
nsiv
e
, Co
r
d?
D
on
’
t
y
ou
fee
l
a
p
p
rec
i
a
t
e
d h
e
r
e
?
”

Co
r
d pu
ffe
d out a
b
rea
th,
s
cr
ubb
e
d a
h
a
nd ov
e
r
his
face
.
“N
ot
a
l
w
a
y
s.
O
k
a
y
, m
a
y
b
e
I
’
m
fee
li
n
g
out of
m
y
e
l
e
m
e
n
t h
ere
, not
e
x
ac
t
l
y
c
om
f
o
r
t
a
ble
w
ith
e
v
e
r
y
one
kn
o
w
ing I
t
r
i
e
d to—”
H
is voi
c
e
t
ra
il
e
d o
f
f
.
“Y
o
u
r
f
a
vo
r
ite
little
to
w
n is
a
l
re
a
d
y
bu
zz
ing
a
bout m
e
.”

“Tr
ue
a
nd t
r
u
e
.
B
ut the
p
oint is
y
ou
are
n
’
t the
only
one
w
ho
e
v
e
r
lost som
e
one
c
lose
to th
e
m.
Y
ou h
a
ve
mo
r
e
in
c
ommon
w
ith
Ke
e
g
a
n t
h
a
n
y
ou kn
o
w
. M
a
y
be
y
ou
should look h
e
r
up on the
I
nt
er
n
e
t.
T
he
r
e
s
c
u
e
c
e
nt
e
r
h
a
s
a
we
bsit
e
.
L
ook
h
e
r
up. Sh
e’
s a
uniq
u
e
a
nd sp
ec
i
a
l p
er
son. 
B
ut
I
’
ll t
e
ll
y
ou this, the
l
a
st thing
she
n
e
e
ds is
a
n
y
one
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
ar
ound
h
e
r
t
h
a
t do
e
sn
’
t h
a
ve
his h
ea
d on st
ra
i
g
ht.”